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There comes a time when our unfathomably complicated souls turn around and look at themselves. And at this time, your bad math grades won't matter. Your failed relationships don't count and your pimples or wrinkles don't show. All that you'll see, staring back at yourself, is how far you've come and how far you'll go.
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Your reflection
There comes a time when our unfathomably complicated souls turn around and look at themselves. And at this time, your bad math grades won't matter. Your failed relationships don't count and your pimples or wrinkles don't show. All that you'll see, staring back at yourself, is how far you've come and how far you'll go.
And you will go far, I just know it.
kite
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
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